Nerves coil in my belly at the thought.
Tonight’s goal is to find a man willing to take me home and rid me of my virginity. I’d always imagined that my first time would be special, that it would be with someone I loved, but I’m tired of waiting. I’m twenty years old and must be one of the oldest virgins on the planet, I’ve never even been kissed for crying out loud.
I want to feel everything. I want to be kissed, and touched and teased and fucked and everything in between. I don’t care who it’s with, as long as he’s not a creep, he’s attractive and he knows what he’s doing. But every time I try to picture what my first time will look like, there’s only one face I see.
Thick brown hair, longer on the top and shorter at the sides, forest green eyes, a sharp, angular jawline and a sexy-as-fuck smile…
Logan Cooper.
God, just the mental image of that man wedged between my legs, staring down at me while he moves inside me has pleasure shooting through my body. He’s easily the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and probably ever will. He’s tall, dark and so fucking handsome he could melt a girl’s panties clean off with just one smile.
Oh, how I want that man...
But it’ll never happen. He’s Dwight’s best friend, thirty-four years old and a total player. He switches girls more times than a supermodel switches clothes.
What hope has an inexperienced, twenty year-old virgin like me got with a man like him?
“Dwight and Logan are meeting us there,” Quinn announces as we climb into the back of the cab.
My head snaps in her direction. “I thought it was going to be just the two of us?”
“Yeah...” she draws out. “I told Dwight our plan to find you a man and he insisted he be there to help vet out the creeps. Logan’s just tagging along, he’s not one to pass up a night out on the town.”
Wonderful.
How am I supposed to find a guy to take me home when I have Dwight chaperoning me and Logan a permanent distraction?
I can already feel it in my bones that this night is going to be a total disaster.
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We arrive outside the club, a cool breeze drifts up my dress, breaking me out in goose bumps, so I pull my jacket around me tighter. Once the bouncer has examined our fake IDs, we make our way inside in search of Dwight and Logan.
The place is heaving. Hot, sticky bodies press up against one another as they crowd the dancefloor. The music is so loud in here, the deep bass thumps through my body, reverberating through me as we weave through the masses towards the bar.
“There they are!” Quinn shouts over the music, leaning in closer so that I can hear her. She points to the bar and through the crowded space, I can make out the back of Dwight’s collar-length ash brown hair.
Once we reach them, Quinn snakes her arms around Dwight’s waist from behind and presses a kiss to his cheek. He grips her and swings her around, bringing her to stand between his legs where he sits on the bar stool and dives in to kiss her.
My heart leaps in my chest as I watch them. It leaps with happiness for my best friend. Dwight was our college professor last semester and it turned out she’d been seeing him for months right under my nose.
Sneaky bitch.
Though, out of everyone that I know, Quinn’s the one who deserves to be happy the most. As well as the happiness that has my heart skipping, there’s also a twinge of something else. Something I’m not quite sure of. Longing maybe? Jealousy? I’m in no way jealous of Quinn for having a drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend, I’m jealous of their intimacy, their passion. Their love. I want that.
I want to be kissed like I’m the last female on earth. I want a love filled with passion, a love that never dies or fades away. I want a man to set my body alight with just one touch.
“Well, look at you.” My eyes snap to where that deep sexy voice as smooth as velvet is coming from, and my knees weaken when they meet ones the colour of a forest. Deep pools of green you could get lost in.
Logan.
His eyes rake down my body and back up again as he sucks in a breath, and I shiver. “I hope you didn’t dress up just for me.” A smirk tugs at his lips.
“Hardly,” I scoff, my cheeks heating. Thank God it’s dark in here or he’d see how much he makes me blush. Although the flirting is harmless and just in his nature, he still affects me, and there’s a tiny part of me that hopes that it’s more than just innocent flirting between friends, if that’s even what we are.
Over the past couple of months, I’ve seen him quite often, both of us helping Quinn and Dwight renovate their new house. We laughed and talked like old friends and of course he flirted, and I secretly wondered if it was more than just a bit of fun. Hoped.Wished.
But I’m just being stupid.
